Shall we loot or retool?
Pop or poop?
I pollute the intuited tulip!
You devolve to a root.
They don't understand us.
That's their weakness!
They don't understand us.
That's their strength!
Our invisible dreamer undreams us!
Are you peeping at me in my sleep?
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